On Basilisk Station

mekoha.' It sounds like he's been putting together some kind of nomad army, and he's been promising them that when the evil off-worlders have been driven away or given to the gods as proper sacrifices, these good off-worlders will come to the nomads and give them even more wonderful weapons and all the mekoha they can ever want.'

The major fell silent, his face tight with strain and worry, and Honor bit her lip hard. Silence dragged out, broken at last by the Resident Commissioner.

'So there it is, Honor. It's not some kind of criminal operation. It's a deliberate attempt by someone to engineer a major native uprising and push the Kingdom right off the planet.'

'Haven,' Honor and Isvarian said simultaneously, and blinked at one another.

'That was my first thought, too,' Matsuko said quietly. 'But because it's the first possibility to occur to all of us, I think we'd better work on keeping an open mind about it. On the other hand, I can't think of anyone else it might be, and Haven has certainly been the most persistent in insisting that we don't have real sovereignty down here.'

'True,' Honor said. She rubbed the tip of her nose and frowned at the com screen. 'I suppose it might be the Andermani,' she said at last. 'Gustav XI wouldn't mind getting a firm toehold in Basilisk, and he could figure we'd automatically jump to the conclusion that it was the Peeps. I can't quite see it, though, however hard I try. His attention is focused on Silesia right now, and he'd be worrying more about the Midgard Federation than us. Any jump this way could only antagonize us, and he doesn't need that if he's thinking about taking on the Silesians and their allies.'

'What about somebody else? One of the single-system nations in the area?'

'I doubt it, Dame Estelle. Everybody out here is too busy keeping her head down and trying not to attract Haven's attention. Besides, what good would Medusa do any of them?'

'But what good would Medusa do Haven?' Isvarian asked doubtfully.

'I'm not sure.' Honor rubbed her nose harder. 'Haven's ultimate objective would have to be the terminus, and I can't quite see how getting us off Medusa would help them there, even if it got them onto the planet in our place. But just because you and I can't see how it would help them doesn't mean they can't.'

'I'm afraid I'll have to go along with that.' Matsuko sighed. 'But the fact that we can't see any logical reason for them to be doing this means that I've got to have absolute proof that they are before I start leveling any sort of official complaints or charges.'

'Agreed.' Honor leaned back and crossed her arms under her breasts. 'We need more information.' She looked at Isvarian. 'Do we know where this dying nomad came from, Barney?'

'Not specifically. Judging by the style of his personal gear and his dialect, he was a long way from home for someone traveling on foot or jehrn back. I'd guess he's probably from somewhere in the Mossyback Plateau area, maybe a little south of there. Call it seven or eight hundred klicks north of the Delta.'

'Could he have made it that far in his condition?'

Isvarian glanced at Montoya, and the lieutenant shook his head. 'I don't believe so, Ma'am. I'm no expert on Medusans, but I spoke with the clinic doctor, and given the patient's condition and how quickly he faded after we got here, I'd be surprised if he stayed on his feet more than twenty to thirty hours after his last pipe.'

'How far could he have come in thirty hours, Barney?'

'Not seven hundred kilometers, Captain, that's for sure. Medusans move faster on foot than we do, but even with a jehrn, he couldn't have made more than two, three hundred klicks, max, in his condition.'

'All right. That gives us a rough idea of where to start looking for anyone he might have been with.'

'Right.' Matsuko nodded firmly. 'Barney, I want a patrol sent up that way soonest.'

'Yes, Ma'am.'

'Better send them in some force,' Honor warned. 'Just to be on the safe side.'

'And with somebody who keeps his head in command,' Matsuko agreed, and Isvarian nodded again.

'I can have an armed ten-man skimmer on its way just after local first light,' he said. 'Call it eight hours from now.'

'Good. In the meantime,' Honor said with a wry, taut grin, 'since you two have ruined my night's sleep, I might as well ruin a few people's nights up here. I don't know if we'll come up with any bright new insights, but it can't hurt to ask. And I'll pass the word to Papadapolous, too. He'll probably want to talk directly with you, Barney.'

'No problem. Dame Estelle has my personal com code. Government House can relay to me over a secure channel wherever I am.'

'Fine. In that case, Dame Estelle, if you and Barney will excuse me, I think I'd better get dressed. I'll screen you back in a couple of hours to let you know what we come up with—or let you know if we don't come up with anything at all.'

'Thank you, Honor.' The relief in Dame Estelle's voice was unmistakable, and Honor smiled at her as she cut the connection.

It was a smile that died instantly into a worried frown when the screen went blank. She stood abruptly and started looking for her uniform.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Honor looked around the briefing room table at her officers. Aside from Cardones, who had the watch, every department head and acting department head was present. Ensign Tremaine sat in, as well, for Honor had wanted his input from his own experiences planet-side. Each face was tight and worried as she finished briefing them on Dame Estelle's call.

'So that's the situation,' she said quietly. 'For the first time, we have a clear indication that what we're up against is an off-world government's covert operation of some sort, not a domestic criminal enterprise. We don't know its ultimate objectives, nor do we know when or how it's supposed to kick off, but we know that much.'

McKeon nodded, pushing a stylus around in aimless circles on the table before him while he thought. Then he raised his head.

'One thing I think we ought to consider, Ma'am, is just how reliable this dying nomad's information is. Could this mekoha have made him see and hear things that weren't there? Or misunderstand things that were?'

'A point,' Honor agreed. She looked down the table at Lois Suchon. 'Doctor? What's your opinion?'

'My opinion, Captain?' Suchon's voice held a note almost of petulance, and her shoulders twitched a quick, sulky shrug. 'I'm a Navy doctor. I don't know anything about abo physiology.'

Honor pressed her lips firmly together and gave the physician a long, level glance. Suchon's dark face flushed, but she looked back with stubborn, petty defiance. She knew she was covered, Honor thought in disgust. She'd been kept abreast of the situation and knew how important information on mekoha's effects on Medusans might become, but no one had specifically asked her to check the literature available from the NPA. Someone, Honor thought, should have. Someone like Commander Honor Harrington, who knew perfectly well that nothing short of a direct order could have gotten Suchon out of her comfortable chair to do so.

'Very well. I'll raise that point with Dame Estelle—and Lieutenant Montoya—after our conference, Mr. McKeon.' Honor tapped a note into her own memo board and smiled faintly as Suchon's mouth twisted at the offhand reference to her absent junior. She met the doctor's burning gaze, and her own eyes were cool and brown, holding Suchon's until the surgeon commander looked away angrily.

'I think it's a good question,' Honor went on after a moment, 'but for the present, let's proceed on the assumption that the information is accurate.'

McKeon nodded, and Papadapolous raised his hand.

'Yes, Major?'

'There may be some good news mixed in with the bad, Ma'am,' the Marine offered. 'Major Isvarian's